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My friend, Marina Mendoza came over to do a photo shoot with me last week. She also has her own naughty photo and video site. The photographer planned it just to be a boring, softcore posing together. Marina and I definitely had some other plans.

Click here to see the photos of Marina and I putting on our own naughty lesbian show! As soon as the camera was on, we were all over each other. We were kissing, caressing each other's boobs and lots of licking. Marina surprised me, I was close to a climax from just her tongue and fingers when she took out a white vibrator. She put it on my clit and quickly made me cum more than once!

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Hey what’s up boys? It’s your favorite southern belle, Mackenzie Kayne back with another video for you to enjoy. Check out these clips of me and one of my girl friends playing with all sorts of sex toys. Me and my friend Beth were hanging out with my photographer when he told us about the new sex toys he had. He asked us if we wanted to be the first to use them. Of course, we did! A few hours later we were in his photography studio checking out the brand new fucking machines. But of course we wanted to do more than just check them out, we wanted to get fucked by the dildo attached to the machine. Beth went first and I helped her out a little bit with a vibrator, so it wasn’t long until she was cuming. Then he got out another fucking machine for me. It was amazing, both of us were getting fucked by machines at the same time and both of us were cuming and cuming again and again!

See all of my sexy videos at Mackenzie Kayne. I may have been raised a polite southern gal, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like to get naughty. I love exploring my sexuality and showing off my body.

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What do you get when you take a horny old guy in an adult bookstore with a very cute teen clerk? The answer is some great sex on the floor of the shop! This teen girl gobbles cock great and love his hard cock stuffed deep inside her tight little pussy.

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Just did a really cool photo shoot with a glamour photographer. I spent all day at his studios. I had heard he was pretty strict and sometimes even mean, but I actually thought he was pretty cool. Yeah, he was pretty formal compared to a lot of the adult photographers and I had a lot of fun. Sometimes, it didn’t even seem like an adult modeling shoot because he was always wanting me to do these poses and looks - more like what a fashion photographer does. Either way, I can’t wait to work with him again. Here’s a few sample photos from the photo shoot. He does all his pictures in black and white. I think they look so elegant and I love the way my body looks in those photos.

Make sure you check out all my pictures at my site, Pantera XXX. At Pantera XXX you can see all my photos from my softcore modeling to lesbian and hardcore porn shoots. And of course for those of you that like videos - I have lots of them. Probably enough videos to keep you very busy for a long time if you know what I mean.

Anyway, I have to go now. I need to relax for a few then get my beauty sleep.

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19 year old Samanta doesn’t just want to suck on a lollipop but that is all this cutie has to pop in her mouth at the moment. Thinking about a nice hard cock has gotten this little slut all worked up and ready to fuck. So using her fingers and a good idea of all the nice places to touch this girl goes to work on her body and gives herself a very nice orgasm. This girl cums great and you will be delighted to see the effect it has on her.

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Amalia had no idea that when she was going to do a photoshoot with 2 guys that she would get so turned on by the hot twink action. But she did and Marat and Mac both thought it was pretty exciting seeing her get so horny. So someone suggested that they all fool around and very quickly the photographer became the subject as all three got off.

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Kitty Karsen Using Her Favorite Vibrator!

I came home so flipping horny tonight! I met this cute guy a few days ago at the mall. Tonight, we had a little date. He took me to see a movie then we went to Friday’s for a little snack. But the best part was when we were parked in front of my house. A short kiss goodnight, turned into a long passionate kiss that said "I want to have sex with you." LOL. Just kissing him got me so turned on. He’s a really really good kisser, and I would’ve liked to do a lot more than kiss him - but it was getting late and I kind of sort of have this curfew. I know, I’m 18 and I shouldn’t have a curfew but my parents caught me coming home at 3 a.m. on Saturday and they weren’t too happy.

Anyways, once I got to my bedroom I took my little pink vibrator out of it’s hiding spot in my dresser drawer. I imagine it was that guys cock. I imagine that he was naked with me in my bedroom. I was already so wet. It didn’t take long at all to get me off. In fact, I was able to get off twice before I was finally able to get to sleep.

You know what also gets me really horny? When you visit my website. I like knowing guys are checking out my naughty pictures and videos.

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Helen met these two guys on the street and they somehow managed to get this girl to come back to their place to chat and get to know each other. Getting to know each other involved lots of alcohol and Helen fucking both of them! This drunken slut didn’t think about what she was doing as both of these guys shot their loads on her!

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She used her feet to stimulate his sex organs to the point where they exploded with creamy ropes of white jizz. How were feet able to do this to him? He wasn't sure and he didn't care. All that he cared about was how she was able to use this newfound fetish within him to give him the best sexual experience of his life!

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This bitch was definitely in control and Dean just had to lay back and take the pleasure she gave him. And she was definitely down for giving him a lot of pleasure because the bitch loved sucking cock and she’d even deep throat it till she gagged.

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This teen girl is a serious hottie and more then willing to get fucked good and hard by a stud. And her boyfriend nails her tight little pussy, long stroking it with enthusiasm! She's big on sucking cock and that exactly how big guy here unloads his jizz!

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Harry is at it again and this time he is fucking a very cute red-haired teen girl named Greta. And she is a little shy at first but as soon as she starts to peel off her clothes and pops the old fucker's cock in her mouth her inhibitions seem to melt away. This old dud fucks her in several different positions and when he shoots his thick load Greta eats his jizz. This hot teen redhead loves to suck and fuck!

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Claudia Ryan gazed over the sound stage looking in vain for Aldo Marchetti. “Christ,
Joan,” Claudia questioned her chief assistant, Joan Walker, “didn’t you tell Harry to make sure that Aldo would be an extra during this shoot!?!” Joan staring at the nearly empty sound stage herself replied quickly, “Of course I did, I practically made Harry sign a blood oath that he would have Aldo here for the entire shoot, I have no idea where he is!” “Goddam it,” spat Claudia,
“get Harry on the fucking phone and find out for me, I’m not gonna do one scene until he’s here, got it!?!” Joan nodded her head and made a beeline for the phone back in Claudia Ryan’s trailer.
It was only eight in the morning and already Claudia had given her a splitting headache! “Do this, do that,” she thought grimly, “why can’t the old bat do something on her own for a change, you’d think her leg was broken by the way she acted!” Joan dialed Harry’s number, and in a few moments he was on the phone. “Well,” he greeted her warmly, “what can I do for you today, Joan, is the boss acting up again!?!” As executive producer, Harry Berson made just about every major decision connected with the movie, including the hiring of Aldo Marchetti as a personal favor to Claudia Ryan. “Jesus, Harry,” Joan said, getting right to the point, “Marchetti’s nowhere to be seen, and Claudia’s throwing a hissy fit, says she won’t do a scene until he shows!!!” Calm down, babe,” Harry replied smoothly, Marchetti isn’t needed until scene number four, so he won’t be showing up until later this afternoon, no problem, he just won’t be there this morning!” Joan
knew that Claudia would be upset over this new bit of news, but thought that if she was assured
Aldo would be there later that day she would hopefully do her opening scenes. “Okay, Harry,” Joan sighed, “I’ll try getting her to go ahead, but there are no guarantees!” “You tell Claudia that Marchetti won’t show until scene four is ready to shoot, so the longer she procrastinates, the longer it will be until he gets here,” Harry replied flatly, “so you tell the old bag she’d better get her ass on that stage and knock off those first three scenes, capiche???” “Yeah,” Joan answered tiredly, “capiche.”

Claudia waited impatiently for Joan to return, not being used to this obviously poor treatment.
Twenty years ago when she was a number one star, nothing like this would ever have taken place,
Aldo would have been on the set and that would have been that! Now, however, as an aging star in her early sixties, Claudia was forced into doing B-scream flims that hardly ever made it into the theaters, but went directly to the video rental stores! She was lucky that some producers still used her, and she still commanded a fee of a quarter million dollars a picture, a far cry from her salad days, when she knocked down over two million per, but at least she was acting steadily and making a decent living. “At last,” she thought to herself, “here she comes!” “Well, Claudia
demanded, “what kind of excuse did that snake Berson give you this time!?!” Keeping her cool and acting like everything was just dandy, Joan replied smoothly, “No problem at all, Aldo isn’t
needed until the fourth scene, and he doesn’t need to be here until then, after all, he’s just an extra, and as soon as you finish one, two, and three, he’ll be here!” Claudia was about to get into it again, but she realized that arguing with Joan would be futile, so she made a face and headed off to makeup, “Might as well get it over with,” she thought, “scene four will be here in no time!!!”

The morning passed uneventfully, with Claudia shooting two scenes and getting ready to shoot
the third, when the director decided the lighting wasn’t quite right, so the cast and crew broke early for lunch. Claudia was heading back to her trailer, when Joan fell into step along side of her and said, “He’s waiting for you in your trailer, he got here early, and came right over!” An obviously ebullient Claudia stepped up her pace and nearly ran the rest of the way. She opened the door and over sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand was Aldo Marchetti. “Long time no
see, babe,” he opined, after taking a drink from the long necked bottle, “how things been treating you!?!” Claudia walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Aldo and replied, “It’s been too long, lover, but now were gonna make up for lost time!” Aldo to another drink, set down his bottle, and turned to face Claudia and said, “I hear the you requested me personally for this shoot, I appreciate all the attention, but I can’t figure out why a big star like you would be interested in an extra like me!!!” She knew he was mocking her now, but she didn’t care, he and she both knew that the only reason he was there was to let her suck and fuck his eleven inch cock!
Aldo Marchetti made a very handsome living as the fuckmate to countless female stars and starlets. His reputation had grown so wide, that when ever he was seen on a movie set, the crew just figured that the leading female star was getting the big choo-choo that night! Knowing where his bread was buttered, Aldo never made waves and always tried to make each woman totally satisfied and happy, he had a good reputation, and wanted to keep it that way! Almost every major star over the past ten years had had a least one encounter with Aldo and his massive organ!
What separated him from the other would be gigolos, was that he did a good job and kept his mouth shut!!! An actress always knew that when she fucked Aldo, she wouldn’t be reading about it in the trades the next day, he was a lot like a priest at confession, no amount of pressure could make him give up his secrets!

Claudia slid closer, and let her hand fall into Aldo’s crotch, and said softly, “Don’t mock me, okay, I really missed this!!!” Aldo stood up, unzipped his trousers and dropped them to the floor, revealing a light blue pair of boxers that hid his “bone candy” from her hungry eyes. With slightly shaking hands, Claudia reached out and began tugging the shorts off Aldo’s slim hips. His huge penis, now half hard, sprang out and hung down thick at a forty five degree angle, a drop of precum hanging from its slit. “Oh, god, Aldo,” she breathed, “how I missed it so, look at how big it is, it’s already getting hard for mama!” With those word, she leaned forward with an open mouth and took the smooth head in, caressing it softly with her tongue. The second her mouth came in contact with it, her cunt did a flip flop, immediately drenching itself with sex juice! Claudia held on to the big pecker with two hands, slowly jerking it up and down while she eagerly sucked on the big head. It didn’t take long for it to stiffen to its maximum length, and then stretch
Claudia’s mouth wide open, tiring her jaws out as they strained to keep a hold of the thick piece of cock flesh. Aldo held on to the arm of the chair for support, and a long low moan came from deep in his throat as his cum got ready to blast into the old actress’ mouth. Hearing him groan
only encouraged Claudia to suck even harder, and seconds later, she was greeted by a hot torrent of cum that filled her mouth to over flowing! Aldo moaned loudly and said between pants, “You always did know how to suck my prick, baby, I missed you too!!!” Claudia was in such a state of sexual excitement, that just by squeezing her thighs together, she induced her own orgasm with no other physical contact! The mere presence of the massive cock in her mouth, the shooting cum, and hearing the young man praising her oral technique was enough to push her over the orgasmic edge!

Not wanting to lose the moment, Claudia threw herself back on the sofa and spread her legs wide
apart. She stared at the thick cudgel that was hanging in front of her and practically begged, “Okay, now, baby, rip off my panties and fuck me with your big pecker, please do it now, please!!!” Under her white silk panties, Aldo could see the out line of a pair very hairy bulging
vaginal lips. He reached out and rubbed the front of Claudia’s panties, while stopping to give her erect clit a little extra attention. “Oh, please,” she begged again, “don’t tease me, fuck me!!!”
With a swift motion, Aldo grabbed the panties by the crotch, and tore them away, exposing an
oozing pussy that reeked of sexual excitement! Positioning himself between her legs, Aldo couldn’t help but think that for being sixty, this old cunt really put on a show for the customers!!! He rubbed the head of his pecker up and down her wet crack, taking time to accidentally brush it across her now on fire clitoris! Her moan told him that it was time, so in a hard quick plunge he buried his meat deep inside of her! The savagery of the attack only heightened Claudia’s desire, and she threw her legs around Aldo’s ass and locked her ankles together, holding him in place so the big cock couldn’t escape her! He was long, that was for sure, but it was the thickness that always got to Claudia, that feeling of being totally stretched apart, like she about to be ripped to shreds, that was what she lived for, to be absolutely taken by this massive cock and treated like a little pussy, what a rush!!! The pounding, oh my god the pounding, Claudia was trying to hold back her climax, but it was hopeless, Aldo’s cock was too long and too thick, and her pussy convulsed uncontrollably, tightening and loosening itself around the thick male invader! Finally it happened, “I, I’m cumming, she stammered, as she felt him slam it harder and harder into her, his own climax rushing out the end of his pulsating dick!!!

He lay on top of her for another five minutes or so, his pecker slowly shrinking, until it popped out of Claudia’s gaping fuck hole. A knock on the door informed her that shooting was to start in ten minutes, so they both struggled to their feet and got dressed. “They say it’s going to take a month to shoot this movie,” Aldo offered laughing, “do you think we can last that long!?!” Claudia slipped her hand inside of Aldo’s shorts, gave the one eyed snake a squeeze and replied,
Don’t worry, I once played a snake charmer in the movies, there’s nothing to it!!!”

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The knock wakes me.
Carlo gently untangles himself from me. He’s still dressed; I’m naked.

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He opens the door and
I make no effort to cover myself. I can’t see, but from the conversation,
I know food has arrived.

Carlo pours us coffee,
then comes to the bed. Squatting, he strokes my hair and kisses my
forehead.

“Good morning, sleepy
head,” he says, smiling. “Come on get up, coffee ’s getting cold.”
He takes my hand and forces me to rise.

I take sips of coffee
and blink my eyes several times before I’m certain I’m not dreaming Carlo’s
presence.

There’s a continental
breakfast–rolls, croissants, juice–on the small dining table.

“Go ahead, go take
your shower,” he suggests, as if reading my mind.

It wasn’t exactly a
good night’s sleep, but better than the first two. I stroll to the
bathroom for my morning ritual.

The shower revives me
and I look forward to my day with Carlo. Refreshed, I slip on my
robe and return.

Carlo raises his head
from behind the paper and I see a look of disapproval in his eyes.
Takes a moment before I realize why. I move closer. He watches.
After a brief pause, I slide the robe off my shoulders and let it drop.

He smiles.

“Here, try this, this
is good.” He deposits a corn muffin on my plate and pours us more
coffee as I take my seat in the nude.

He’s right, the muffin
is good. He takes a bite of his own and continues to read.
I’m perfectly content with the silence. It’s enough to be near him.

“Come here, baby,” Carlo
beckons from behind the paper, then folds it and sets it aside.

He turns his chair
to make room and I stand before him. He slides to the edge of the
chair. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he hugs me like a little
boy. My heart is now officially his.

The moment does not
last long. He sits up. He continues to hold me in one arm while
he strokes my pussy. As expected, my hips begin to move and my head
rolls with the pleasure. He parts me gently and confirms my wetness.

He removes his arm
from around me and slowly begins to lean back in the chair. He locks
his eyes on mine as he does this. He knows I’m not about to detach
myself from his fingers by choice. I move with his hand to his side
for his convenience. Then I promptly wet heavily to reward him for
granting me yet another opportunity to submit to his wishes.

For more than ten minutes
he strokes and fingers my pussy in silence. His eyes never leave
my face while my hips move sensually in pursuit of whatever satisfaction.

“Did you like him watching
you?”

His voice snaps me
out of my pleasure. Then a greater pleasure fills me as I remember.
“Yes.”

“Did it embarrass you?”

I wet before I can
answer. “Yes,” I say shyly.

“What embarrassed you
the most?”

He’s making me face
truth. “Showing him my pussy.” I wet again as I mutter.

“Why?”

“It was an admission
of how badly I want you.”

“Do you like wanting
me?”

“Yes, Carlo, I do.

Very much.” My voice is soft.

“What did showing him
your pussy do for you?”

I pause to find the
right answer. “It intensified everything.”

“Physically and emotionally?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like giving
him pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“What satisfied you
the most?”

It embarrasses me,
but I say it anyway. “Him watching me while I came?”

“Why?”

“He saw your power
over me.”

“And your weakness?”

“Yes.”

“What did that say?”

“That you can do whatever
you want with me.”

“Can I?”

I wet. “Yes.”

“Did you like me displaying
you and making you cum in front of him?”

The sudden ache of
desire in my cunt makes me gasp and I stoop toward him for closeness.
“Yes,” I breathe.

He inserts his finger
deeper. “Isabel, Did you do anything that you now regret?”

I shake my head.
“No, Carlo.”

“Good.”

He remains silent for
a moment, then keeping his finger inserted, he moves me back as he stands.
He strokes my hair tenderly, then pulls my naked body against his and kisses
me. His movements remain gentle, just enough to keep me wetting steadily.

Vulnerability has always
been seductive for me. If being naked with a man while he’s fully
clothed isn’t vulnerability, I don’t know what is.

Carlo picks up my robe
and leads me to the bed. “Lie down.”

I lie on my back crossways.
He stands at the side of the bed. Suddenly, he jerks my bent knees
apart. Wide open, I lie in front of him and squirm with want while
he watches. I can imagine how satisfying that must be for him.

He reaches for his
belt buckle and I become anxious. Slowly, he pulls it through the
loops and lays it on the bed.

He sets one knee between
my legs and I’m sure my heart is about to stop. Will I have him now?

Very slowly, he lies
on top of me. My legs are around his waist before his full weight
is upon me. He reaches to the side and pushes my leg open, then does
the same with the other. He pins my wrists above my head and kisses
me.

He works his way down
with wet tongue and kisses, slowly, meticulously. He licks my ears.
He hits every nerve on my neck. He licks my chest and sucks my nipples
until they’re hard and tender. I want to wrap my arms around him,
but he wants me open to him, so I stay. He’s licking my tummy now.
Do I dare hope?

He grabs a pillow and
pulls it as he slides lower. When he nudges me, I lift my hips and
he tucks it under my ass. My cunt is now served to him.

He lingers long, tickling
my pussy with his breath before he licks. My moan rises from the
pit of my heart and I have to restrain myself from squeezing my legs around
his head. In frustration, I lose control and bury my fingers in his
thick hair. He pushes my hands away. He wants my complete surrender,
whether he gives or takes.

His tongue is smooth
and strong. It takes turns rotating my clit and sliding in and out,
but always avoids a lengthy stay.

I moan and call his
name as he continues to drive me deeper into desperation. As expected,
there is to be no pity. My head rolls side to side and I whimper.

He winds me down slowly,
his licks growing weaker and weaker until all I can feel is his breath
again.

“Turn over.”

As I make my turn, he
reaches for another pillow and now I have two tucked under my hips to raise
my ass higher.

“Carlo, please,” I
beg.

“Shhh.”

He strokes my hair
until I stop whining, then reaches for my robe and removes the belt.

He brings my wrists together above my head. What can he do that I
don’t already want him to?

He finishes binding
my wrists, then brings a chair. He ties the other end of the belt
to the arm of the chair.

“Carlo….” What
more can I say?

He adjusts my legs
slightly apart and lies back down beside me. I feel no fear, only
anticipation of his next move.

Again he strokes my
hair to reassure me of trust, then begins to tongue bathe my back.
The pleasure is maddening.

By the time he reaches
my lower back, I’m straining to raise my ass even higher. Yes, Carlo,
I want you to fuck me.

He rubs my ass as prelude,
then begins to lick. He spends a lengthy time massaging my cheeks
with his tongue without an argument from me. Then he does the unexpected–he
licks my asshole. What an earth shattering sensation.

I yank my hands to
gain room to push harder against his tongue, but the chair isn’t flexible
and I don’t get very far.

“Carlo….” Suddenly
my vocabulary has diminished to only one word.

In response, he moans
and I know he’s enjoying it too.

As with my pussy, he
brings the licking to an end slowly, reducing pressure until there is none.

I miss the warmth of
his mouth and the tickle of his mustache desperately. My ass moves
in little bounces and I call out to him to return. He strokes my
pussy from behind. I need so much more.

He stops briefly and
I hear shuffling, then I smell. My moans rise again–I’m so ready
to give.

In the mirror, I see
Carlo dip his finger in the lotion. He begins to circle my asshole.

As I continue to recite
the extent of my vocabulary, a few words of plea manage to come to mind.
Quietly, he dips his finger again, then returns it.

I take a deep breath
and hold still while I wait for him to stretch me open. He does it
slowly, gently. I wonder which clinic I should check into after Carlo
has driven me completely mad.

His finger slides in,
accompanied with my appropriate moan.

“You like that, baby?”
he asks softly.

I reply with a dissertation
of moans.

He waits until my muscles
begin to relax around his finger. Then he strokes a few times and
removes it. I pray it’s not over. It’s not.

He dips into the oil
again and this time, I feel two of his fingers around my entrance.

“I won’t hurt you,
Isabel,” he promises as he slowly begins to work them both in.

Now my moans are stuck
somewhere between apprehension of pain and a plea for pleasure. I’m
sure Carlo can figure out which.

It takes longer for
my anus to adjust to two, but Carlo is patient and willing to do whatever
needs to be done. When his fingers finally do slide in without resistance,
I release a sigh of relief.

“No, Carlo, I can’t
take it,” I protest alarmed when I feel three fingers.

“Isabel, I won’t ask
you to do anything that you can’t, or don’t want to.”

For some reason, that’s
sufficient to end my protest and he begins to make his entry.

I squeeze my eyes and
mumble who knows what in response to my fear.

“Relax, babe” he says,
“you’ll be fine.”

To my amazement, three
fingers do eventually slip through, but not all the way.

“That’s it, open for
me, let me take,” Carlo whispers..

Who am I to deny him?

By the time his fingers
slip all the way in, he has taken enough time and oil that I barely feel
them. I grow braver, and wetter–I’ve surrendered to his wishes again.

“Thank you, Isabel,”
he says, kissing my ass cheek.

I have to admit three
feel no worse than two–once my body and mind abandoned resistance.
But when he removes his fingers, there is a real stretched feeling.
I’ve seen pictures of women who look wide open afterwards. I wonder
if that’s how mine looks now.

Carlo seems to read
my mind. “It looks really nice, babe.”

It embarrasses me and
he gets to know this by seeing me wet again.

“That’s good.”
He gives my pussy a quick lick to let me know that he didn’t miss it.

Great!

Carlo stands.
Is he going to fuck me now? No, he’s searching for something.
I don’t know what. He finds it.

He moves another chair
opposite to the one I’m tied to. I don’t dare speculate what this
means. He sits on the bed and brings my legs together. I’m
guessing he’s using my panties to tie my ankles. Next he loops something
through the panties and I can feel it’s his belt. He uses it to fasten
my feet to the chair. What next? I have no slack for movement
in any direction.

Carlo climbs on the
bed again. “O’ baby, you look so good.” He strokes my ass,
kisses it, even slides his fingers in and out–just because he feels like
it, and can. He does this for a little while, then gets up.

I panic when I hear
him pick up the key. “No, Carlo, please don’t go.”

“I’ve got to take care
of something..”

He strokes my pussy
and all is miraculously well in an instant. Apparently I’d rather
be fingered than panic. He pushes his face against my bottom and
gives my cunt a few good licks. My juices flow again. He gives
me a kiss on the ass, then heads for the door. Opening it, he turns.

“Just think about it,”
he says with a devilish smile and gives me a wink. He’s gone.

Feels like Carlo has
been gone for hours. I can’t stop thinking about him, or focusing
on my ass. I want to feel his fingers inside it again. I’ve
never needed fucking like I have the last four days. It just gets
worse. I think I love being horny. No, I’m sure. I need
to pee.

Carlo is not back.
I’m falling asleep. My back ’s been arched for a long time and it’s
sore. It’s worth it. The position is keeping me horny.

“I’m back.” Carlo
wakes me. He’s changed his clothes. “Did you miss me?

Let me see.” He shoves his finger deep into my cunt. “Good,
you did.” He goes to the window and closes the drapes. “You
hungry, babe?” He’s untying me.

I nod, still groggy.
I’m sore all over. I’m not sure my back will straighten. He
squats beside me, with his face in mine.

“Give me a kiss.”
He kisses me, then stuffs something in my mouth. “Here’s a snack.”

I don’t know what it
is, but I chew. He helps me up and takes me to the bathroom.
He sits me on the toilet and waits till I finish peeing.

I splash some water
on my face and start feeling awake again. I reach to turn the shower
on and he stops me.

“No, I want you to
smell horny,” he says, leading me back to the room.

Horny works for me.

I hadn’t noticed, but
Carlo has brought another package from the apparel shop.

“This is going to look
great on you.” He pulls another dress out of the bag. “Come
on, baby, hurry up. I’m starving. I know you are too.”

Does he mean for food,
or for him?

His thoughtfulness
touches me. I could definitely have his children.

I check out my new
dress. It’s made of crepe, V-neck, short sleeves, with a flared short
skirt. It’s a floral pattern of orange and pink pastels.

I look at Carlo questioningly
and he replies, “Just the dress.” I slip it on over my naked body.

It makes me feel sexy.

Carlo sits and watches
me as I put on my sandals, comb my hair, and apply lipstick. When
I’m finished, I spin around in front of him, then open my hands as if to
ask what he thinks.

He looks at me up and
down and says, “Marry me.”

I’m not foolish enough
to take it seriously and I laugh.

“Come here.”

I’m easy to train.

I take my place beside him. He slides his hand under my dress.
He rubs my thigh first, then reaches for my pussy. I know he’s checking
my wetness. Of course that in itself makes me wet. Probably
just to make sure he’s not disappointed.

“Turn around.”

He reaches for my pussy
from behind. “Did you fantasize about me fucking you?”

I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Aha.” My ass is moving.

“Did you like being
tied up?”

“O’ yeahhhh,” I respond
as my knees bend and my rear sways sensually in front of him.

“Did you like waiting
for me?”

It hadn’t occurred
to me until he asks. A pang of desire hits me right in the gut.

O’ yes, I liked it a lot. “Yes, I did.” And I wet again.

“Good.” He continues
to play with my pussy. “Did you like having your ass opened?”

Satisfaction fills
me. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what
you want.”

“Do you like giving
me what I want?”

“O’ God, yes.”

“And what do I want
with your ass, Isabel?”

My heart pounds.

“You want to fuck it.” I can’t believe the words are coming out of
my mouth.

“Yes, baby, I do.
And it’s ready for me to do that now, isn’t it?”

“Ohhhhh.” My
back arches deeper and I have a sudden craving to have my ass filled again.

“Beauuutiful.”

I’m not a Harvard graduate,
but it’s not difficult to figure out that my training session this afternoon
was designed to have me push my ass out on demand. Looks like I pass
with flying colors. I look back at him wantonly. I see an expression
of satisfaction and lust.

“Yeah, you stick your
ass out for me just like that every time I ask for it.”

“Yes, Carlo,” I say,
meaning it with all my heart. I keep silent about the part that it
would be my pleasure.

“Lift your skirt.”
His voice is more commanding again.

I pull the back of
my dress up. While I wait, I hear Carlo unscrewing the bottle of
lotion. It’s my reward.

I’m more grateful than
amazed, but all three fingers slide right in. I moan as though I’ve
been starved for them. I have.

“What, baby, you want
it now?”

My knees weaken.
“O’ Carlo….”

“You promise to give
it to me good?”

“Carlo…please.”

“Yeah, you’ll give
it to me real good,” he determines and removes his hand, leaving me panting
for him, if not drooling. Moving me out of the way, he stands.

Looks like play time
is over again. It takes all my will power to pull myself out of my
debilitating lust. But now there is hope. A new excitement
fills me.

“Don’t forget to lift
your skirt when you sit. You don’t want to get oil stains on it.”
He calls out as he washes his hands.

“Oh Jesus,” I murmur.

I’m going out with a greased ass.

At the door, Carlo stops
me before opening it. He reaches under my skirt and slides two fingers
deep into my cunt. “Beats perfume any time,” he says, rubbing my
juice on my neck and wrists.

Carlo decides we’re
going to have a drink before we leave for dinner. He leads me to
the vacant barstools. My attention is on the lifting of my skirt.

I do it carefully. I take my seat and hear, “O’ hello.”

I don’t have to look,
I know it’s the English guy from the beach. I’m turning red.

As Carlo quickly reaches
across to offer his hand, he turns my stool so that I have to face the
man.

I give Carlo a scolding
look. This meeting is a little too convenient for coincidence.

“Got to take care of something, hah?” I mutter quietly. Got to hand
it to him though, he is resourceful.

Carlo pays no mind
to me and makes the introductions. I stay silent. His name
is Mark.

Mark locks his eyes
on mine. “Hello, Isabel.”

“Hello, Mark.”

I manage to spit out.

“No need to be embarrassed,
you know. You have done nothing to be ashamed of.”

His British accent
is American influenced and his manner, mellow. I’m still blushing.

“Would it help if I
yank off in front of you?” he offers very seriously.

It’s obvious he’s making
a sincere effort. I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s better.
What are you two drinking?”

Mark is a lot more
attractive than I had realized. Behind the wire-rimmed glasses is
a pair of sensuous blue eyes. He also wears a wedding band.
He lives in San Diego with his wife and daughter. He has an import/export
business. He and his wife prefer to take at least one separate holiday
a year. This is Mark’s.

Conversation is easy.
We have drinks and it’s no surprise to me when Carlo invites Mark to join
us for dinner. I can see where this is going. I also can’t
believe I’m wetting on the barstool.

Carlo helps me off
the stool and I notice he discreetly wipes the seat with a napkin.
He gives me a smug smile and takes my hand.

Mark pays for the drinks
while we hail a cab. The ride goes by quickly, there is a lot to
talk about.

We opt to dine on the
patio of the restaurant. It’s a beautiful sunset. More drinks
arrive before dinner. Can’t go to Mexico and not eat arroz con pollo.
It’s delicious.

I excuse myself after
dinner. When I return, the table has been cleared and the bill paid.

I don’t even get a chance to sit. My hand is in Carlo’s and we’re
off again.

The night is young and
we browse in the stores along the promenade. Carlo buys me a beautiful
silver necklace. He kisses my neck as he fastens it. Mark whips
out the matching bracelet and kisses my palm. I’m in heaven.

We browse more.

We try on different sombreros and play with the marionettes. We stop
for ice cream.

The nightlife is starting.
We hear music as we pass a bar. It doesn’t look very nice, so we
keep on walking.

“Carlo.” It’s
the first request I’ve made since meeting him. “Can we go dancing
again?”

“You bet, baby.”

It’s Saturday night
so the club is even more crowded.

Carlo excuses himself
and Mark whisks me off to the dance floor. He’s not as good a dancer
as Carlo is, but he holds his own. He takes me in his arms and spins
me.

“You smell so good,
Isabel,” he says, inhaling deeply.

I know I reek of sex,
but I can tell his intention isn’t to embarrass me. I think he really
just likes the smell. I meet his eyes boldly and smile.

The song rolls into
another and we keep on dancing. I’m having fun.

Carlo joins us behind
me. The floor is so crowded it doesn’t matter who you’re dancing
with. I turn and dance with Carlo, then return to Mark. The
woman next to Carlo seems to have an eye for him and he indulges her for
the rest of the song.

The tune changes and
Carlo wraps his arms around my waist from behind. My ass does as
it’s trained–pushes back and we grind to the beat.

He releases my waist
and, taking my hand, spins me into Mark’s arms. My ass doesn’t seem
to be fussy. It pushes out for him too and we do the same.

Mark returns me to
Carlo. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss.

Carlo unlocks my hands
and turns me to Mark. There is no point in pretense, who would I
fool? I’m in his arms and we’re kissing.

I’ve dated little since
my divorce, but been adamant about safe sex. My mind is at ease as
Mark is married. As for Carlo, I’m willing to take the risk.

When Mark brakes off
the kiss, he continues to hold me. I can see in his eyes there are
no malicious intentions there. It won’t be just a fuck.

With this understood,
he turns me back to Carlo.

Carlo’s kiss is more
passionate. Hands on my ass, he presses me against himself and I
feel his hardness. But this is Carlo and he doesn’t disappoint me.
He regains control quickly and turns me to Mark.

Mark has grown impatient.
He pulls me into his arms with my back to him and holds me tight while
he ravishes my neck. He’s also hard. Everyone around us knows
both men will have me tonight.

With the next song,
they press me between them and we sweat to the heat of Lambada. Was
there ever a more passionate dance? My cunt is soaking. O’
the satisfaction!

The heat is too much
and we struggle our way out through the crowd. Outside, Carlo kisses
me while Mark finds us a cab.

Mark gets in first.

Carlo pushes me in and I fall into Mark’s arms. We’re deeply involved
in our kiss by the time Carlo slams the door shut. He pets the back
of my thigh as he watches me with Mark.

The driver interrupts
by clearing his throat. It’s a sobering moment. It seems none
of us can remember the name of the hotel. He turns back and takes
a chance on a name. All three of us shake our heads no. He
hits jackpot on the fourth try. I pull away from Mark and slip into
Carlo’s arms, moaning.

The cab rolls and our
tongues are at it. Mark strokes my hair while he waits for his turn.

Every time I switch
between them, I notice the cab driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
Guess we’re more interesting than the road.

Carlo quickly drops
some money on the front seat and hurries me out of the cab. I don’t
even bother to maintain a dignified decorum as he ushers me past the night
clerks. Mark keeps his hands off, but walks close to me.

“Buenos noches, senores,”
the clerks chime in a chorus, smiling with such satisfaction that you’d
think they were the ones with me.

We luck out, the elevator
is empty and as soon as the doors close, Carlo passes me into Mark’s arms.

Our luck holds and
we don’t run into anyone as Mark and I follow Carlo. There seems
to be a silent agreement between all of us that I would feel most comfortable
in my own room.

At my door, Mark pins
me against the wall with his body. We kiss while Carlo fumbles with
the key.

Inside, while Mark and
I carry on kissing, Carlo gently lifts my skirt until my ass is in full
view. I push out and he takes his time rubbing it. Then his
hand moves down and he probes my wetness once more.

Mark detaches me from
himself and hands me over to Carlo. Carlo continues to hold my skirt
up as he takes me into his arms. While we kiss, it’s Mark’s turn
to indulge.

He moans deeply when
he slides his hand across my ass. He spends a moment rubbing, then
reaches under. “Ahhh, that’s nice,” he sighs, feeling my wet cunt
with his fingertips.

They pass me back and
forth several times before Carlo starts to pull my dress off. I hold
my arms straight up and let him.

“Emmm. Lovely,”
Mark murmurs, his eyes lingering on every inch of my body as I stand between
them fully dressed in my heeled sandals.

If being naked in the
presence of one dressed man has such a seductive effect on me, imagine
what it does to me in the presence of two?

Visually satisfied,
Mark pulls me into his arms and kisses me with more passion. Carlo
moves closer behind me and caresses my back.

When Mark releases
my mouth, Carlo gently presses on my shoulder. I know what he wants
and I slide against Mark onto my knees. They look down on me while
I worship his cock through his pants.

“You want his cock,
babe?” Carlo peels me off Mark’s crotch and holds me back.

“Has it been the four
days?” Mark removes his glasses.

“Yes.”

Mark smiles.
“Excellent.” He slowly unzips his pants. “I must admit, I do
admire your willpower.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Carlo
answers with a chuckle.

“Undoubtedly.

It should prove to be most satisfying.”

The conversation goes
over my head and I don’t care–my concentration is glued on Mark’s fly.
I don’t think he’s wearing underwear.

I wait with baited
breath and at last, he pulls out his cock. It’s hard and circumcised.
I move to pounce on it, but Carlo holds me back by the hair. I wait
longingly.

Mark steps closer.

Carlo pulls my hair and forces me to lift my face. He reaches down
and strokes my face tenderly. I know my eyes are pleading.

He moves closer and
his cock’s head brushes against my lips. I open my mouth to take
it, but again, Carlo holds me back. I’m being reminded to take only
what he gives. I will be fed. I don’t argue. My mouth
relaxes and my lips part.

Clutching his cock,
Mark continues to brush against my lips. It smells a combination
of soap and sweat. I moan. I love the smell of men. Fluid
oozes out and he presses between my lips. I’m being allowed to lick.
I do it gratefully.

Carlo releases my hair.

Mark inserts the head between my lips and my urgency returns. I want
to grab him, but I know I won’t get far. I resist the temptation
and suck hard with puckered lips. The more I suck, the more I need
to. Carlo strokes my hair. I’m sure they both watch, reveling
in their control over me. I submit even further as my need consumes
me–I suck whimpering.

Mark suddenly retrieves
his cock and I whimper for it harder. With a fast move, he swoops
me and sets me on the dining table. Apparently his own needs have
grown less controllable. He gives me a push back and I prop myself
on my elbows. He grabs my ankles and jerks my legs open in the air.

After a long look at my spread cunt, he leans and kisses me hard.

Carlo is at my side.
Mark runs his tongue down my neck, makes a brief stop for a suck on my
nipple, then continues. His tongue attacks my clit without preliminaries
and I scream. He laps at my soggy cunt with passion.

“O’ God,” I cry.
Then I call for Carlo in desperation. Mark’s tongue is hungry, but
still in enough control to deny me any satisfaction.

“Carlo….”

“I’m here, baby.”
He turns my face by the chin and sucks my lips into his mouth.

The confusion between
pleasure and need grows unbearable and I begin to cry.

“Alright, baby, it’s
alright.”

He comforts me with
kisses and strokes of my hair while he uses one hand to release his cock.

Working together, they
slowly calm me. Mark steps aside and Carlo takes his place.
He enters me with one sudden thrust. The intensity brings on hysteria
and I push myself into his arms. I cling to him for dear life.

“Ohhh, Isabel,” he
sighs with such satisfaction that I realize it hasn’t been easy for him
to wait either. O’ I get it. That’s what they were talking
about. Yes, should be most satisfying.

We hold each other
tight for a moment, and then I have to move. At last his cock is
in my cunt and I don’t want to wait any longer to feel it.

Carlo lets me indulge,
then begins to unlock my legs.

“Nooo….” I
cry softly. I’m disappointed, but no longer desperate. The
control is in their hands once again.

He withdraws and Mark
stands before me. He looks into my eyes until I reconnect with him.
When I lean back on my hands, he spreads my legs wider.

We all watch with anticipation
as he positions his cock against my cunt. The contact makes me gasp
and I ache to take him.

He makes his entry
slowly, methodically. With small insertions, he stops and we enjoy
each other’s lust. Half way, he prolongs and I lean on my elbows
and push my hips off the table to encourage. He slides all the way
in with a smile and we both sigh.

He begins a relaxed
stroking. I’m sure it’s a pleasure for all of us to watch his cock
slide in and out of me.

Mark withdraws completely
and the void makes my cunt flex. He keeps me waiting–I will have
his cock at his discretion. I ache for it and my cunt flexes again.

His sudden hard thrust
revives my needs. I’m frantic for satisfaction again. Carlo
pinches my nipple and my head rolls back. Mark pounds into me, accepting
my offerings of myself as I babble away.

Another quick change
takes place and now its Carlo again who’s inside me. His pants are
down around his hips. He places my legs over his shoulders and pulls
my bottom just over the edge of the table. His thrusts jolt through
me.

Mark takes Carlo’s
place at my side. At least I’m not the only one naked any more.
He kisses me. He squeezes my tits and sucks my nipples while Carlo
fucks me.

I’m vacated again.
Someone strokes my pussy. I just lie and let them do what they like.
I certainly couldn’t be doing it any better myself.

My bottom is pushed
back on the table. My legs are spread wide. Carlo squeezes
my face and sucks on my mouth. Mark sucks on my cunt. O’ God,
I need to come.

Carlo’s arm slides under
my shoulders and he lifts me into a semi sit. My cunt is so wet,
I don’t even know if I can feel any more. I’m drugged with passion.

Mark slides his cock
inside me and together, they pull me into his arms. I lock my arms
and legs around him and he picks me off the table.

He kisses me, then
carries me to the bed. He manages to lie us down without slipping
out. I welcome the comfort of the bed. I want to wrap my legs
higher around him, but he doesn’t let me. I know he doesn’t want
to give me a chance to come.

He kisses me, gently
stroking inside my cunt until I relax, then slides out. “Turn over,
Isabel.”

I see Carlo seated on
a chair behind us and know I’ll probably do anything for this man.
As I complete my turn, Mark reaches for the lotion on the nightstand.
I know what they want. I hesitate, afraid of the pain. He seems
to recognize this. He moves closer and hugs me.

We look at each other.
He has such gentility at times. He strokes my hair. “Don’t
be afraid,” he whispers.

“I can’t help it.”

“I promise it won’t
hurt too badly. You know we’ll make sure of that.”

“I’ve never done it,”
I confess.

“I know you haven’t.
I also know you want to.”

I look at him and wonder
how he knows this with such certainty. Then I look into my heart–how
could he not?

“You want to do it
for him.” Our whispered conversation continues.

I can’t argue with
that.

He moves closer, his
face in my face, his leg hooked over mine.

“So let go and let
it happen, Isabel. Allow yourself what you really want and it’ll
give you more pleasure and satisfaction than you can imagine.”

“What do I really want,
Mark?”

He kisses my forehead
gently, then tells me. “You want to be dominated. You want
to be controlled by a man you find worthy. You want him to push your
limits without wronging you. You want him to demand so that you can
submit. You want him to understand you better than you understand
yourself. You want him to know when to hold you and when to leave
you alone. You want him to be dependable so you can trust him with
your life. You want him to be smarter than you and more capable.

You want him to beat you at everything. And you want him to do all
this with love.”

I look at him amazed.
How can it be so clear to him after knowing me for only a few hours when
I haven’t been able to put it to words in a lifetime?

“You hadn’t met anyone
strong enough before,” Mark continues. “Now you have, love.
Carlo melts your heart and soul. You must already know he can give
you all that you need. But he can do it well only if he can have
what he wants. And what Carlo wants, lovely Isabel, is your complete
sexual submission.”

My eyes fill with tears.
I want to satisfy Carlo so much.

Mark kisses me tenderly.
“He needs you to be his whore, Isabel.” He whispers this even more
softly. “Be his whore. Be mine too. That’s what the three
of us need.”

O’ God, I can’t stand
it. He has such a gift for making me understand myself. That’s
exactly what I need right now–to be their whore. I lunge for a kiss
and he knows I’ve agreed. He kisses me long, lovingly.

Lying on his side, Mark
dips his finger in the oil. I can’t help but tense to his touch.

He kisses my shoulder and rubs my entrance gently until I relax.
I’m sure Carlo is watching.

“We’ll take good care
of you, Isabel. I promise.” Mark plants another kiss on my
shoulder.

He presses against
my asshole a little harder and my training takes over. I moan and
push back. Once relaxed, his finger slides right in. I’m braver
and push back more. It turns me on that he’s preparing me for Carlo.

By the time he has
two fingers inside me, I’ve shed all apprehension. I’m ready to take
it. This time he kisses my ass cheek.

I raise myself higher
on my knees with my head down. My hips sway while I wait for his
three fingers.

“Precious girl,” Mark
says with admiration. He does nothing and lets me continue to wave
wantonly. He’s a good friend to Carlo.

Mark gets on his knees
and loops his arm under my tummy. “Hold still, love.” He has
to force me to keep still. He takes his time to work in three fingers.
I think he’s just enjoying playing with me.

I must be deemed ready.
Mark grabs a pillow and tucks it under his ass as he lies on his back.

“Come here, Isabel.”
He wants me to straddle his cock.

I have an idea of my
own. I take another pillow and try to tuck it under him. As
an expert with the extensive experience of one afternoon, I know two pillows
work better than one. He laughs delightfully at my enthusiasm.

I straddle him on my
knees and hold his cock. It’s my turn and I choose to make a slow
descent. He likes it. We maintain eye to eye contact until
I’m able to sit on him, then we both moan. I lower myself in his
arms.

“Ohhhhh, you feel so
good.” He hugs me tight and keeps stroking gently inside my pussy.

We take a moment to
kiss and bond as lovers.

“He likes me fucking
you,” Mark informs me when we’ve settled in a comfortable rhythm.

Tell me something I
don’t already know.

His legs are spread
and I know Carlo can see him sliding in and out of me. It’s such
a turn on.

“Isabel, he needs to
fuck.”

“Ohhh, God.”

“Fucking your ass is
the only thing that can satisfy his cock now. Do you want his cock
to be satisfied?”

“Ohhhhh.” Does
a chicken lay eggs? “Yesss.”

“Good. Let him
know he can,” Mark whispers like a secret.

I twist back to see
Carlo. His eyes are on mine. He’s still dressed. His
air of confidence probably makes me wet, but as it is, it’s hard to tell.

I extend him
my open hand. “Carlo.”

Satisfaction fills
his eyes. When he stands, I return to Mark and bury my face in his
neck while Carlo undresses.

“Yes, love, wait for
him.”

Only when Mark says
this do I realize that my ass is pushed out and I’m holding perfectly still
in wait.

“He likes that.”

So do I.

Carlo climbs the bed
on his knees behind me. My heart races–I’ve ached for his fuck for
four days.

He slips his hands
under my arms and pulls me to stand on my knees. He hugs me and showers
my head with kisses. I close my eyes and count my blessings.
What are the odds of meeting Mr. Right? No less a perfect sidekick
too?

The tenderness is over.
Carlo presses against my back to lean me forward. I support myself
on my hands. He takes my hips and raises me off Mark’s cock.
I brace myself, but have no desire to stop.

The intensity hits
me like a brick wall when he begins to push his way in. Carlo is
going to fuck me. Suddenly, I can’t open myself enough to him.

I make useless efforts with small sounds.

“Yes, Isabel, show
him how much you need to satisfy him.” Mark seems just as caught
in our ecstasy. “Let him fuck your ass.”

“Ooohhh.” Any
more fuel added to my fire and there’s likely to be an explosion.

Let him–why is that
such a satisfying thought?

Carlo gives a harder
push and the head slips through. I feel something between pain and
pleasure. I mumble a bunch of nonsense, not sure to rise to be closer
to Carlo or to lie to be closer to Mark. Mark makes my mind up for
me–he pulls me into his arms.

“It’s all right, it
will pass soon.” He cuddles me.

The pain wears off
and I’m ready for more. I raise myself on my hands again to let them
know. Carlo enters me slowly. I don’t know if the worst is
over, but my eyes are glued on Mark’s for support. He encourages
me silently, watching my expressions of pain and pleasure.

Eventually, Carlo sinks
deep enough inside me for his pelvis to press against my ass. Another
wave of intensity hits us both. He pulls me up on my knees and we
don’t seem to be able to engulf each other enough. We moan and groan,
and grope until some level of satisfaction is achieved. The pain
is gone completely. Imagine that.

Carlo regains composure
and begins to lower me onto Mark. Mark holds his cock and waits.

If there ever was a Kodak moment in my life, this is it–that single solitary
transitional moment when the deepest fantasy turns into reality.
And I’ve lived to see mine. What can be sweeter?

I feel Mark’s cock against
my cunt and moan ecstatically. I want to feel him inside me too.
He takes my hands and supports my weight as they lower me slowly.
When I sit, he pulls me into his arms again and all three of us moan with
satisfaction. I feel so full. I never want to be empty again.

While Mark and I kiss, Carlo begins a gentle sliding.

Mark raises my face
by the chin. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he asks.

I feel a sudden rush
of emotions. “It’s good,” I say. The satisfaction is overwhelming
and the admission makes me want to cry. Confession is definitely
good for the soul.

Mark kisses me on the
forehead and I know the tenderness is over. My emotional state has
been convinced we do this with love and respect. Now, we can fuck.

Carlo’s sliding turns
into pumping. Mark joins him in a rhythm that allows me to meet each
of their forward thrusts. So this is heaven.

Passions begin to rise.
Thrusts grow harder. I can’t give enough to either man. I groan
with frustration.

Carlo leans over me.

He supports his upper weight on his hands and presses harder into my ass.
Perched on a tower of two pillows and Mark, I’m trapped with my back conveniently
arched for full penetration from both sides. Ready to explode, I
grind.

This time, I do scream.
The frustration has been too great and the passion too intense.

“O’ yes, cum, baby,”
Carlo mumbles then sucks a nerve on my shoulder.

They press hard and
keep me packed with cock while I take my ride. With eternal gratitude,
I squeeze and suck at them both.

They seem to be determined
to cater to me. They don’t move until I crave the pumping motion.
They must know it’s essential to completing my satisfaction and give it
to me with new determination. Still, they’re too horny to last long.

“Oh Jesus.” It’s
Mark. He tightens his arms around me and tries to pound with great
force.

I want him to have
a good fuck. I hold him tighter and press hard. His cock is
slamming against my uterus and it’s uncomfortable. Somehow this gives
me satisfaction. I admit, I want to suffer while he takes his pleasure.

Carlo is on his way
too. I wonder if my back can stand their pounding. I don’t
care if it breaks. I don’t want it to end. Nothing has ever
felt as fulfilling.

I think Mark ’s coming
again. I suspect their cocks are rubbing against each other through
the veil. It must excite them, though I doubt either will ever admit
to such a thing. It doesn’t matter why. What does matter is
that they’re both fucking me. I need to know I’m a good whore–their
whore.

We somehow roll onto
our sides. It’s not comfortable, but none of us is ready to let go.
Neither of them is completely soft. Every now and then I feel a flexing
and know they’re still draining inside me. Good. I want every
drop.

I wouldn’t mind bearing
Mark’s children either, but I keep track of my cycle. It’s safe.

We untangle because
my arm has gone numb and my leg is in pain. There’s lots of contented
sighing, hugging, and kissing.

Reluctantly, I go to
the bathroom. I want to keep their cum inside me, but I can’t hold
it anymore. I don’t bother to close the door or wash myself afterwards.

I stumble back into
bed and they hug me from both sides. It feels good.

I begin to doze off.
One of them gets up–I don’t know which. The other holds me.
When he returns, I get rolled over into his arms. I slip in and out
of sleep all night long, turning from one to the other, kissing, hugging,
and moaning.

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